Chapter 4 Pressing Preston
Matthew awoketo find the sun streaming down into his eyes. It must have been about ninein the morning, and already Bri was awake, and cooking over the fire.
"Good morning your highness," she said.
"Morning,"he replied sleepily.
He could already see that the day would be hard, as they had three miles left, and then came the difficult task of convincing Preston to come back with them. "I have some of our bread heated up, and i can try to fish if you wish," she said handing him a bottle of water.
"Bread and berries are fine, we need to start out again soon."
"Yes, of course your highness. do you know how much longer it will take? And what shall we do when we arive? How do we convince him?"
"These questions, I am still asking myself. But i am sure we willfind away."
"So they ate their breakfast, and packed up. The sun was hot, and brightin Matthew's eyes, makingit difficult for him to see. Several times he tripped over a root, or stray branch.
"Would you like me to help you your highness?"
"Oh, no. I believe i would be better alone thank you."
But, Bri hadn't tripped, or even had to squint this whole time, perhaps it would have been best for Matthew to accept her help.
At last, they reached Preston's home. It could only be described as a stack of shacks, at least twelve stories high. Each one was a different color, ranging from white to black, from royal blue to puke green, and even a striped one.
"How do we get in?" Bri asked.
"Lets just knock," he suggested looking a little taken aback. So that's what they did.
"Yes?" came a female voice from high above.